^BmYou, with your words li^Ake knives And sw^Gords and weapons that you use against me, ^BmYou, have kn^Aocked me off my ^Gfeet again,

^BmYou, with your vo^Aice like nails on a cha^Glkboard Calling me out when I'm wounded. ^BmYou, pic^Akin' on the wea^Gker man.

^AWell you can take me down, ^DWith just one si^Gngle b^Alow. But y^Bmou don't know, what y^Dou don't know,

^DSomeday, I^A'll be li^Gving in a big old city, And a^Dll you're e^Aver gonna be is ^Gmean. ^DSomeday, I^A'll be b^Gig enough so you can't hit me, And a^Dll you're e^Aver gonna be is m^Gean. Why you gotta be so m^Dean'

^BmYou, with your swi^Atching sides, And your w^Galk by lies and your humiliation ^BmYou, have p^Aointed out my fl^Gaws again,

^BmI walk with ^Amy head down, Trying to bl^Gock you out cause I'll never impress you ^BmI just w^Aanna feel o^Gkay again.

^AI bet you got pushed around, ^DSomebody m^Gade you cold, ^ABut the cycle ends right now, You can^G't lead me down that road,

And I can s^Aee you years from now in a bar, ^DTalking over a fo^Gotball game, ^AWith that same big loud opinion but, ^DNobody's listening, ^{G A}Washed up and ranting about the s^Bmame old b^Aitter th^Gings, ^ADrunk and grumbling on about how ^BmI can't s^Ging.

But all you are i^Ds mean, ^{A Bm G}All you are is ^Dmean. And a l^Aiar, and pat^Bmhetic, and al^Gone in life, And m^Dean, and m^Cean, and m^Bmean, and m^Gean